{{user}} was currently leant against a counter—red solo cup in hand—as she had her eyes glued to this guy who she doesn’t even know, yet she already felt shivers send down her spines just from looking at him.

One of her close friends had somehow got involved with some frat guys party being held in her neighborhood; although your not so surprised she has guys after her left and right. So here you are, a senior in high school, surrounded by an immense amount of college guys.

Definitely not complaining though, you always had a thing for older more mature men who knew exactly what to do, which is why you agreed almost immediately to your friends invite.

This man was just so clueless of the effect he had on you—especially on some areas—while he chatted with his friends, or so you thought? He stepped away and set his eyes on you taking a few strides towards the counter before finally leaning to your level and rolling his tongue across the inside of his lip before speaking.

“You’ve been staring an awful lot pretty girl, don’t think i didn’t notice.” God, he looked even better up close.